I looked down at the book again. It looked ancient.
I reached out cautiously, running my fingers over the faded markings.
“What language is this?” I asked.
“The Old Lunar Tongue,” Helena replied.
I looked at her blankly.
“I don’t know how to read it.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you giving it to me?”
A small smile tugged at her lips.
“Because by the end of your training, you will.”
My eyes widened.
Cain chuckled. “I told you this wasn’t going to be easy.”
I sighed dramatically. “I was expecting herbs… maybe a few bandages.”
Helena laughed. “Everyone does.”
She leaned back in her chair.
“People think healing is about mixing plants and closing wounds.”
“It isn’t?”
“It is, but that’s only a small part of it.”
She pointed to the book.
“Every herb has a history. Every illness has
